Novel & Cerita La Mejor Esposa Del Mundo

And on his left arm. —I think I married the most dangerous woman in this world. Isabela holstered her Glock and cupped his face with both hands. —Never forget that in this goddamn world, you’re not alone, Alejandro… You have me. The lion’s roar was silenced by his wife’s kiss. That night, the queen wasn’t just another piece on the board; she was a skilled, strategic, and formidable player. Isabela Moretti had become a legend—the other half of Alejandro Moretti had as much guts as the lion had balls.

Her gaze drifted wistfully over the manicured gardens below, where dew-kissed petals danced in the gentle breeze, a picturesque tableau of tranquility. To the outside world, she was the epitome of grace and sophistication, the beloved wife of the esteemed CEO, Alexander Montague, who has continuously earned the yearly award for best Entrepreneur five time in a row. Theirs was a union envied by many, a love story that seemed destined for eternity. Yet, beneath the façade of marital bliss, a shadow lurked, threatening to shatter the illusion of perfection.

I couldn't believe how uncomfortable I was. "How is it possible that she likes your husband?" "Don't be angry, because there are so many people who are looking at my husband," Elisa patted her on the back and said. "What is it that makes you so angry?" "Can you tell me what you mean?" "Do you want to show off?" Elisa looked at her with an enraged expression. "Isn't it a bit of a show-off?" How can I say that my husband is one of the best men in the world? A lady who does not wish to marry him is far less pursued.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Something in my chest softened immediately at their names, and I answered without hesitation, “It was real, and it was honestly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” Amy tilted her head as we entered my office space and asked, “Give us details then, because you’re already smiling like someone who witnessed something illegal.” I leaned against my desk and allowed myself to think about it properly before speaking, replying, “Elena nearly cancelled the wedding three hours before it started, Marco cried through his vows like he had been holding his breath for years, and somehow, despite all the chaos, they looked at each other like nothing else existed in the world.” Amy placed a han

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

“I know what you’re thinking. You’re planning to marry Bella again! “I’m telling you! Give up on that idea! She’s not someone you can be with anymore!” He slammed a card on the table and stared at me arrogantly. “Don’t you want some compensation? Here’s eight million dollars. Take it and leave! “If you dare to appear before Bella and me, I won’t hold back!” I did not take the card. I stared coldly at him. “I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?”

My blood roared in my ears. "Ramona. God, you smell incredible. Bet you've never had anything like what I'm packing. Let me show you what you've been missing." She lay there, eyes squeezed shut, still trying to look resistant. "I'm your wife's best friend... We really shouldn't..." But her body betrayed her. Her legs had fallen open, revealing the damp spot spreading across her white panties. I tore them aside. The sight that greeted me was too much to resist. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and buried myself between them.

For your wife, the Golden Age is the best one to choose," Adamson said. "The President is my wife and she was always careful and caring toward her artists." Alessandro told Travis. "Yes, I'll convince her." Travis nodded. "And my wife could be best friends with yours. And it'll help her see something other than the friend you mentioned." "I want to know more about them. I am currently stalking them." Alessandro said. "I just want your wives to be friends with mine." "That's not a problem. My girlfriend doesn't have many friends after all." Adamson said.